Stealing the Heavens.

Chapter 42 Beating up the Supreme Elder

"Sect Master, I just want to stop them. If this continues, both sides will suffer losses." Great Elder Feng Song said calmly.

Feng Qingwu's cultivation level was still too low and she couldn't exert the power of Fire Phoenix at all. Great Elder Feng Song was naturally worried.

It's just that he has done it very secretly, but he still can't escape Zhou Yunting's detection, which makes him secretly surprised.

Has Zhou Yunting crossed the threshold of an immortal cultivator? !

"This competition is presided over by Elder Yuan Chen, and this sect leader has also been in control. There is no need for the Great Elder to intervene!" Zhou Yunting scolded with a sullen face.

The great elder said nothing, lowered his head to hide the anger in his old eyes, and secretly made up his mind to seize the position of sect leader!

The ancestor of the Feng family and another Supreme Elder looked at each other, but neither of them spoke. The old monk looked at the sky above the ring as if he was in trance.

The fire phoenix was chased by Ziwu's big hand and had already flown high into the sky. If it went beyond the scope of the arena, Elder Yuanchen would directly judge Feng Qingwu to lose the challenge.

Feng Qingwu was even more anxious. When she flew higher into the sky, her energy could no longer be maintained, but Ziwu's big hands were chasing after her.

She could clearly sense the pressure from Ziwu's big hand, which was definitely not something that the fire phoenix spirit she controlled could handle.

However, with Feng Qingwu's stubborn temperament, it is absolutely impossible for her to admit defeat. Even if the fish is dead and the net is broken, she will still fight.

Grandpa not only helped her condense the fire phoenix spirit, but also the wind dragon spirit, but told her not to mobilize them at the same time.

But the Fire Phoenix alone couldn't suppress Zidong's Purple Mist, so Feng Qingwu decided to bring out the Wind Dragon spirit.

"Qing Wu, no!" Just as Feng Qing Wu was about to mobilize the wind dragon spirit, the great elder Feng Song immediately stood up and shouted eagerly.

He left his soul mark in the souls of Fire Phoenix and Wind Dragon. As long as Feng Qingwu has a thought, Feng Song can sense it.

"Yunting, let them stop first." The Feng family ancestor suddenly turned his head and said calmly to Zhou Yunting.

"Uncle Feng Master, they haven't decided the winner yet." Zhou Yunting frowned slightly, then relaxed and looked at the Feng family ancestor with a smile.

"Yunting, I'm afraid the big hand Zidong offered is not just luck, so let's stop first!"

Li Kunlun's master, Qi Zifeng, ordered angrily that he thought Zhou Yunting was protecting his disciple.

"Uncle Qi, besides luck, what else can you see?" Zhou Yunting's fair, fat face immediately darkened.

Qi Zifeng is his master's junior brother, and Zhou Yunting tried every means to obstruct him when he took over as the sect leader, so naturally he would not be polite to him.

The ancestor of the Feng family was two generations higher than Zhou Yunting's master, and the Feng family was very powerful in the Yuntian Sect, so Zhou Yunting still had to respect him.

As for Qi Zifeng, he could only rely on the Feng family to fight against him. How could Zhou Yunting give Qi Zifeng a good look?

"Of course we have to call Zidong over to investigate carefully to find out whether he practices any evil ways!"

Qi Zifeng's face suddenly turned red. Not only was he being criticized by Zhou Yunting, he really didn't notice anything.

"Yunting, let them stop first. If Zidong is fine, then Qingwu will lose the competition."

The ancestor of the Feng family spoke again. It was obvious that he recognized that there was something wrong with Zidong, otherwise he would not directly admit defeat for Feng Qingwu.

"Since Uncle Feng Master has spoken, let them suspend the competition." Zhou Yunting glanced at Qi Zifeng, who was glaring at him, and gave the Feng family ancestor a face.

Elder Yuanchen immediately ordered the competition to be stopped, but Zidong could not control Ziwu's big hand, and Donglai Ziqi was not under his control.

"Junior sister Qingwu, the competition is suspended, you should quickly take back the Fire Phoenix spirit!" Zi Dong suddenly became wise and shouted at Feng Qingwu.Feng Qingwu was stopped by her grandfather and did not dare to mobilize the wind dragon spirit again. She was being chased by Ziwu's big hands and evaded.

The screams of the fire phoenix became more and more shrill. Every time they screamed, some disciples had blocked their ears with their true energy. It was really miserable.

After being reminded by Zidong, even though he was annoyed that he did not take back Ziwu's big hand, Feng Qingwu quickly took back the Fire Phoenix spirit and flew the sword out of the ring.

At this time, Feng Qingwu's red dress was messy, her long hair was disheveled, and her face was dripping with sweat, as if she had just been bullied.

Losing the trace of the Fire Phoenix, Ziwu's big hand circled around the ring before returning to Zidong's body.

This also made Zidong think of a serious problem. Consuming luck can stimulate Donglai's purple energy, but how to get it back?
There is no problem when facing the enemy, but during the sect competition, Donglai Ziqi must defeat his opponent before he can return to his body.

Especially facing an opponent like Feng Qingwu, Donglai Ziqi obviously wants to devour the Fire Phoenix. It seems that he really can't inspire it casually.

"Zidong, the two Supreme Elders want to explore your body. If you don't do anything bad or if you are afraid of being called by ghosts, just relax!"

While Zi Dong was making secret calculations, Zhou Yunting suddenly shouted loudly that even the ancestor of the Feng family was scolded as a ghost by him.

Moreover, Zidong was asked to relax his mind. He was obviously looking down upon the two Supreme Elders. If a great monk in the Breaking Void Realm wanted to investigate a young monk in the Xiantian Realm, did he still need to relax his mind?
The ancestor of the Feng family was still there, as if he didn't hear Zhou Yunting's words, but Qi Zifeng was furious and teleported directly to the ring.

He grabbed Zi Dong's shoulders. In his shock, his consciousness immediately poured into Zi Dong's body like a tide.

"Bang", just when Qi Zifeng's consciousness was about to rush into Zi Dong's main veins, a huge purple fog fist suddenly rushed out of Zi Dong's chest and directly knocked Qi Zifeng away.

How could Qi Zifeng be prepared when facing a Xiantian Realm disciple? He almost broke all the old bones in his body.

"Zidong, how could you attack the Supreme Elder?!" Zhou Yunting immediately stood up and yelled angrily.

But there was a smug sneer on the corner of his mouth, which made it look like he was angry with Zidong.

"Sect Master, I'm not a disciple, it was the Qi Luck Spiritual Root that did it on my own!" Zi Dong quickly explained, and he himself was shocked.

"Zifeng, are you okay?" The ancestor of the Feng family stared at Zidong for a while, and then looked at Qi Zifeng, who was lying on the ground motionless under the ring.

"Nothing!" Qi Zifeng finally floated up. He was indeed nothing, but it was too embarrassing.

He glared fiercely at Zi Dong on the ring, wishing to eat him alive immediately, and then returned to the Feng family ancestor.

"Yunting, is Zidong really the root of luck?!" The ancestor of the Feng family had an extremely solemn expression, and he could sense that Zidong had not made any move.

Even if Zidong takes action, it is impossible to do anything to Qi Zifeng. Can a mosquito kill an elephant by kicking it?

There are many kinds of spiritual roots, and there are even emotional spiritual roots, which can directly control other people's emotions and cause them to become mentally ill.

In the Tianyun Continent, which is dominated by luck, it is not surprising that the luck root appears, but it is just too overbearing.

"Uncle Feng Master, I haven't seen what the luck spiritual root looks like, but Zidong's spiritual root is indeed related to luck, but he can't control it freely yet."

Zhou Yunting replied respectfully, but intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Qi Zifeng, who was furious.

He was already so happy that he went to check on Zidong when he had nothing to do. This was called his own fault, and it had nothing to do with Zidong. Who made him unable to control it.

"Yunting, regardless of whether Zidong has the spiritual root of luck or not, the sect's resources must be tilted towards him. Give him as much luck as he needs!"

The ancestor of the Feng family stared at Zi Dong and pondered for a moment, then ordered Zhou Yunting to fully support Zi Dong and let him grow up as soon as possible.

Although Zhou Yunting agreed, he secretly calculated in his heart that the ancestor of the Feng family was using his hands to train Zidong, and then waited for an opportunity to snatch him to the Feng family!
(End of this chapter)